The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 365 Arrest Operation

Next to the prison car, the man in black robe was still leaning on the wheel, stretching his tall figure.

The man in black robe said: "It's so busy outside, but you don't care at all."

"It's none of my business." said the copro-eater. "It's annoying for you to come here again. Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

"You are wrong." The man in black robe chuckled confidently, "I will not be caught, and this matter... is really related to you."

The man in black robe said leisurely:
"What is making a fuss outside is that a large number of Rodel people were killed by mysterious murderers and their bodies were defiled. People suspected that it was a couple of faders who wanted to execute them and their children. They gave birth without permission. An unblessed child was punished by the golden people."

"It's not surprising, that's how they killed me in the first place. Only when they gather together can these cowards dare to kill." The coward eater sneered.

The man in black robe said: "It's so cruel. Can you feel love from this? No, they don't have love. Love is very important."

When the dung-eater heard these words, he laughed twice and then spat.

"You don't seem to agree with me. You will understand sooner or later." The man in black robe said.

"If you don't want to die, just get away." The coprophagian said, "I don't want to get involved in these nonsense. Even if there are all dead outside, it has nothing to do with me."

"Really?" said the man in black robe, "What is your dream? A singer."

The dung-eater was too lazy to answer, but the man in black robe knew very well:
"You want to kill, but you also have to carefully defile, so that everyone will be born under the curse, so that the curses of future generations will continue to flow. Hundreds of curses came into being, and thousands of curses came into being. Your son was born, and after that, tens of thousands of cursed descendants multiplied endlessly, and from them, several more existences like you were born - endlessly killing, defiling, and sending down blessings..."

"That's right!" The coprophagia trembled with excitement, "These stupid guys, if they are not blessed, they will be regarded as a curse, and if they encounter a curse, they will be killed. When the world is full of curses, they will give up their stupid ideas, Feel the beauty of this guidance.”

Saliva comes out of the coprophag's helmet:
"When there are only Cursed Children in the world, the world won't be so ugly anymore. We will enter a beautiful new world!"

Hearing the coprophag's crazy words, the man in black robe had no reaction. He just smiled and said:
"Then have you ever thought that under today's Golden Law, no one would be born at all?"

"The golden tree will no longer grant blessings, nor will it issue laws of birth. Naturally, people will no longer try to have children." The man in black robe stood up, looked down at the feces-eater in the cage, and said, putting his hand on his chin Go up, with a joke in his eyebrows:

"If no one is born, how can descendants be born under a curse?"

The copro-eater froze.

"It seems you understand." The man in black robe said, "There is no love between the golden tree and the two fingers, and there is no love between the golden people and their neighbors. In such an environment, no heirs will be born."

"You have a way." The dung-eater stared at the man in black, "You are using me, but you have a way."

"You are indeed very smart. In fact, you don't need to ask me. The blessing must have guided your next step." The man in black robe said, "It's very simple. The golden tree can't communicate, so let it be able to communicate."

The man in black robe approached the dung-eater's ear:

"The evil omen demon uses his own life as a seal to block all flames and the possibility of communicating with the golden tree. And you...in order to realize your dream, you have to clear all obstacles, right?"

The man in black robe turned and left:

"The days of endlessly devouring runes and curses here are over, it's time for after-dinner activities."

Until the man in black robe disappeared, the dung-eater remained silent.

The dim light shines from the coprophag's helmet, getting brighter and brighter, as if a sleeping monster is waking up.

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Three days have passed, and there is a wonderful balance inside and outside the caravan.

People outside kept asking the faded ones to come out, but the faded ones and the caravan employees were determined not to get out.

If you want to go out anonymously, you won't be allowed.

In the past few days, Wuming moved a bench and sat on the edge of the caravan's protective shield. He sat sideways, looking outside and inside the caravan.

Millicent approached Wuming, squatted down at Wuming's level, and handed her teacher a rune.

"Teacher," Millicent said, "Many people in the caravan can't stay any longer."

"You can't stay any longer after only three days?" Wuming asked, "Is it that difficult?"

Wuming acted in an old-fashioned way:
"You still have to go to jail more, you see, it doesn't affect me."

"It depends on the person," Millicent said. "Most perfumers don't care. They like to stay in the spice room and prepare spices. But like the faded ones, the Kaidan mercenaries, and even the immortals and merchants who often go out, many people They are all irritable. The son of ill omen feels that he has lost his freedom again, like entering a sewer."

Wuming looked at the caravan in the distance. The winding caravan was covered with a protective shield, like a tunnel.

Wuming nodded: "It does look like a sewer."

Millicent said: "There were a lot of conflicts in the caravan, and even the Kaidan mercenaries in charge of security began to beat people. The closed environment made them very depressed and irritable."

Wuming made no comment and said:

"I thought you were with the cabaret."

"I just came here," Millicent said. "We have the same problem there as here. Everyone is trapped, but the coprophags are unresponsive."

"He is usually kept in a cage. The narrower and more cramped he is, the more comfortable he is." Wuming said.

Millicent said seriously:
"Anyway, teacher, this won't work. This place is stagnant and will breed many problems. Various problems have already arisen. Some people want to go out hunting, some want to go out to collect medicine, and some just want to go out for a walk... …”

Wuming looked at the crowd inside and outside the shield. The people in the caravan dispersed and broke out with various problems. The golden people gathered together and acted in a highly unified manner, with almost no individual will visible.

"Siltation..." Wuming looked at the convoy, which was about the size of a street. "The space required for survival is really huge. Even if we have all the supplies, we can't cover it all."

Wuming fell into some kind of thought and stopped talking for a long time.

Millicent touched Wuming tentatively:

"teacher?"

Wuming reacted and smiled at Millicent:

"You came all the way here just for this. It's so convenient to use a projection."

"Images are illusion after all, without the warmth of a teacher." Millicent held Wuming's palm, "It's better to talk about important things in person."

In the caravan, a faded man rushed to Wuming with his sword and was about to chop him down.

Millicent drew out her scimitar and blocked the Faded One's weapon. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, unable to move any further.

Wuming recognized that it was one of the faded people who had come to cause trouble before.

"My service can't satisfy you anymore?" Wuming asked.

The faded man put away his sword and clicked his tongue:
"Your service is very good, but I want to go out and kill those people. For the sake of a group of golden people, I have to cower? Bah, that is not what a hero does!"

"Oh, then please go." Wuming opened the door to the faded one.

The faded warriors were indeed brave and killed many golden people. However, they could not withstand the large number of golden people and were eventually chopped into pieces by the golden people.

Another faded person finally couldn't stand it any longer and asked Wuming:

"Your team defeated Rakad, why didn't you take action? These people should be no match for you. Why don't you teach them a lesson?" "How?" Wuming asked in return.

"Kill a few of them and torture them." The Faded One said, "Then you will be honest."

"Are you good at beating? It's useless if you know how to beat. Are the golden people afraid of death? Are they afraid of torture?" Wuming lazily leaned on the back of the small chair, "The golden army is desecrating the volcanic land. It took me who knows how many hundreds of years to be defiled."

"Then we're just going to watch like this?" The Faded One said, "You're too cowardly!"

"You can kill them all, and then what?" Wuming asked, "Oh, yes, you will become the king. Once you become the king, it will be over, and you don't have to worry about the future, right?"

Wuming crossed his legs and propped up his chin:

"I really envy the soldiers. They don't have to worry about anything, just kill and kill. This is the limitation of a businessman. In order to save the child and ensure that my business continues to survive, this incident was caused. But if I kill them all, I will I personally ruined the possibility of everlasting life.”

Nameless shaking mind:

"The Golden Law is really powerful. Fighting against the villagers is equivalent to fighting against the law. The Golden Tree clearly arranges matters of life and death, completing a perfect cycle and achieving extreme exclusivity."

Millicent was a little sad:
"Is there no other way? You don't seem to be in a hurry? Is there any way?"

"I'm in a hurry." Wuming said, "I will only be in this state when there is a lot of trouble. The more critical the situation, the more calm you have to stay. Like a volcano, calmly accumulate strength and erupt when needed."

"But if you want to find a way, it's not impossible." Wuming said: "Gold is not without flaws. The people of gold are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of blasphemy and curses."

"You don't want to spread corruption, do you?" Millicent's expression changed.

Wuming thought for a while, shook his head and said:
"Now that we are not at the end of our rope, doing this will only damage my profit margin. As long as the real culprit is found, it will be fine."

Wuming said: "When the Golden People find out who deceived them, the blame will naturally shift, and they will not continue to bring trouble to themselves - as long as we do not let the situation escalate."

Wuming looked at Millicent:
"You just happened to be here, you can come and help me."

"How can I help?" Millicent asked.

"Didn't you train in the song and dance troupe for a period of time before?" Wuming said, "Let's do some entertainment to relax everyone's mood. The most taboo thing for defending the city is to have people distracted."

Unnamed smart people invented various games and sports for the people inside the shield to amuse themselves.

After that, more runes were consumed to expand the shield and no longer stick to the convoy.

This lasted for several days.

In the past few days, the golden people attacked the fertile forest and broke the wall built by the caravan to trap Earthworm Face, causing heavy casualties.It became a joke that entertained everyone in the caravan for several days.

But the lingering depression still gradually accumulated, lingering in the shield.

As Wuming walked and inspected the caravan, he became increasingly aware of the importance of scale.

Sometimes being restrained in one place can stimulate thinking.While he can't go out these days, Wuming also thinks about the situation of Yatan and the power of the Golden Law.

For this reason, I often come to Melina to discuss and learn.

This girl has a very profound knowledge of the Golden Law, and she understands the issues of the Golden Law more thoroughly than Mengt.

"But I don't have any good solutions." Melina said, "The current dilemma is rooted in the operation of the Golden Law. Trying to solve it is like trying to pull out the golden tree."

As a spirit body, Melina moved freely and was not affected at all. She observed the status of the caravan and the golden people with ease, nodded and praised:
"It's so smart to use this method to get you. The other party is a master. He knows the current situation and laws of the border area and how to sow discord."

Melina's short pink hair was hit by Wuming's hand, and the spirit body was completely unable to stop Wuming's attack.

Wuming said: "Why do you have no sense of collective honor? The boss is frustrated, and you are so happy."

"I'm not your employee." Melina stuck out her tongue at Wu Ming, "Besides, I don't think you are very relaxed. You still have time to learn the Golden Rule from me."

"Because my eyes are in place." Wuming looked up at the sky leisurely.

Through the distorted light of the shield, a small black spot hovered in the sky.

Se Rui has already placed the bird's-eye view mirror in place and is using her powerful information processing capabilities to analyze the information in the bird's-eye view mirror, continuously searching for the black-robed men of the Blood Dynasty.

"Wandering merchants, faded ones, bad omens, golden people, song and dance troupe, bronze snakes, Fan Lei hiding in XZ..." Wuming weighed the various situations, "Let me see who can't hold on first... "

Just as he was talking, Magri ran over in a hurry, holding a bulging money bag in his hand.

Magri picked up the money bag into Wuming's palm:

"Wu Ming, please excuse me. I want to entrust you to help me build two boxes."

"Make a box? Is it for clothes?" Wuming asked.

"It's for pretending to be a child," Magri said.

"Huh?" Wuming frowned, and Melina also looked over.

Magri said: "We are preparing to leave, Knock will not be able to survive."

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The caravan was blocked, and everyone whose freedom of movement was restricted felt a little resentful and dissatisfied.

The order to restrict movement was given anonymously. He was sitting on the edge of the shield. Anyone who was dissatisfied could only get past him first.

With Wuming's strength, naturally no one could surpass him. Wuming used his own power to suppress the people in the caravan, making the situation stable for the time being.

Wuming himself felt relaxed, but he was not the only outlet for this resentment and pressure.

Magri and Nok, and their unblessed children, are the source of it all.At least in the verbal and written criticism of the Golden People, it is the source of confusion.

When the Golden People had just gathered to hinder the caravan's activities, there were still many people fighting for the Magli couple.

But when the caravan was forced to move by the golden people and stopped most of its activities, this resentment swept back to them.

The shield can block all attacks, but it does not block the slogan of the Golden People.Gradually, some people in the caravan began to blame the Magli couple.

Wuming's tenacity and strength blocked all the dissatisfaction of the caravan, but he forgot that not everyone was as strong as him, whether it was the people in the caravan who were affected or the Magri couple.

The attitude of the faded people in the caravan is worse, and the employees are slightly better, but the negative emotions caused by the restrictions are inevitably affecting everyone.

When Nok goes out to buy daily necessities, he can feel the changes in people's attitudes almost every day.

Every day is the same, every day is worse.

Whether it was those who complained about them behind their backs or those who were friendly but looked increasingly haggard, they were all captured by the archers' sharp senses.

The shield can block the golden people, but it cannot stop the oppression brought by the golden law.Nok felt more and more suffocated, and even in his dreams he could see those strange or angry eyes.

And all of this - the neighbors being restrained, the caravan people being grounded, the constant anger of the golden people outside - was because he had given birth to a child, because of that child.

(End of this chapter)